Saturday, June 1, 2019

What Is It About Me

What exactly is it about me that brings all the boys to the backyard? I think that's it. Nothing does. And that's my issue. Why the hell not?
Is it me or is it you that keeps us off this raging bull that we want to ride and fly away like a spaceship. I think it's me. I love to entertain I'm a host, to your vice, also to your muse like a parasite but you knew. I created beautiful moments as I walked by, without a clue, & you were trapped like a moth to the light, but you knew.
So basically, it is as proven yet again, it is all in our heads.
I'm the past you want to cling on to, the future you don't want to see. I'm a summer breeze that went by your beautiful eyes, as the seasons flew far from within our reach, but we knew.
How do we decide, who we want to really stand by?
Maybe we'll never know. And I think it's for the best that you stayed out of my life, it's good for you. Go earn money so you can lavish me with gifts, the thought you put into it the entire gist. My misogynistic self though will still be in love with your mind.
Nothing can really please me.  For long that is. You come closer & I'll move away it's not my style. I want to own you I want to be you, all I want is your grind.
Now that I've bared my soul, maybe you're a little sore.
But just as opposites attract, poles repel. How do I tell you I'm not in love with you anymore?
Your forever.
Me.
xxx




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